Club FHC: Open for Business

FHC and I once again turned Washington, D.C., into our own private country club this weekend.  Our recent activities – tennis, sailing, and (tomorrow) golf – prompted what I thought was a reasonable question: Why don’t any of our friends belong to country clubs?

“*My* friends all have country houses – on the Chesapeake, in West Virginia, and all sorts of wonderful places,” FHC snapped – shocker! – at me.

“But, FHC, I asked about country clubs, not country houses.”

“Yeah, well, you’re friends are a bunch of flying monkeys.  They are poor and underachieving.”

The problem with not belonging to a country club is that finding a tennis court becomes an intense competition.  (And finding a tennis court empty enough for FHC to feel comfortable playing even tougher).  Yesterday, a family of four tried to kick us off an open court so their idiot children –  dressed in jeans and sneakers in 100 degree heat – could have a court all to themselves.  This morning, two sporty gays intimidated us with their tank tops, forcing us to switch to a different set of courts entirely.  We were then joined by two old women who, after hearing FHC’s obvious French accent, loudly started discussing the World Cup with each other in an effort to make us clear out of their way:

“It’s so interesting, Mary, all the foreigners are off the streets today watching that match.”  “Oh, yes, June, you mean the World Cup.  I think every person from another country is at a bar somewhere right now watching.  I’ve never understood soccer.  But they love it.  I’d be surprised if any of them were doing something else right.”  As if FHC had forgotten the World Cup was on and their conversation was going to prompt him to scurry off the court to Lucky Bar. 

We came home to see France had lost in a tie-breaker/nail-biter/down-to-the-wire-showdown, and Kevin D. still missing – we haven’t seen him since Friday at sundown.  We’d like to close for the weekend by commenting at how much improvement FHC has made in tennis since beginning last weekend.  As Fagat observed, “he definitely has the aggression thing down.”  But now he’s also learned aim, coordination, and fetching balls that he hits outside the fence.